For me, the hardest part of being an artist is diving deep in to an emotion to the point that I drown. My mind becomes full of fuck. I get racketed like a tennis ball between introvert and extrovert with a taste for social connection but no desire to dine. Though it might seem bi-polar, it’s really just me finding balance again, finding myself again, because I lost along the way. Much like an actor, the persona of be piece takes over. And, that’s when great art is created selflessly.